The Luckiest Dumb Doctor-Chapter 645 - Sincere Cooperation_1

Chapter 645: Chapter 645 Sincere Cooperation_1

Chapter 645 -645 Sincere Cooperation_1

The Eighteen Cities of the South.

In a sumptuous room, a foreign man with golden hair and blue eyes held a glass of red wine, relaxedly smiling, said,

“Noah, don’t worry, my men are very strong, they will definitely complete the mission.”

Robin Hayes followed with a laugh, “Yes, Uncle Noah, you have seen those people’s strength, even if they can’t kill Barry Wolfe, there’s still the white phosphorus bomb, right?”

For some reason, Noah Locke always had a bad premonition. Barry Wolfe was like an Immortal figure. Could a few foreign devils really kill him?

White Phosphorus Bomb!

That’s right, there’s still the white phosphorus bomb. This time Barry Wolfe is dead for sure!

While Noah Locke encouraged himself in his heart, he nodded and said with a smile,

“Well, as long as Barry Wolfe is dead, our families’ good days are just around the corner.”

“Yeah, as long as Barry Wolfe is dead!”

“Barry Wolfe must die this time!”

The other Family Heads also echoed this sentiment.

The atmosphere in the room relaxed as everyone clinked their glasses, drinking and chatting.

Watching the time pass beyond midnight with no news from the northeast, Noah Locke began to grow restless.

He looked toward the blond, blue-eyed foreigner, “John, why haven’t they sent a message back from their side yet?”

“No rush, they might not have had the opportunity to act yet, let’s wait a bit longer.”

John glanced at the time, his face composed, trusting in his subordinates’ abilities, especially since they had used the powerful weapon, the white phosphorus bomb this time.

You must know, they are known as the strongest mercenary group in all of Europe; isn’t killing a young man just like playing?

Robin Hayes smiled and consoled, “Uncle Noah, don’t rush. They need some time, right?”

“Yeah.”

Noah Locke was still not at ease, but then he thought, the mercenaries were found by Robin Hayes, and all he did was provide the money. Even if they failed, as long as he didn’t admit it, Barry Wolfe could do nothing against him.

With this thought, he suddenly felt much more comfortable.

They all drank deep into the night, yet there was still no message from William’s side.

Their gathering tonight was to await the news of Barry Wolfe’s death, and seeing that there was still no word at this hour, the others also began to grow anxious.

Under the persuasion of Robin Hayes and John, the others gradually relaxed, some stayed at the club, others returned home.

Noah Locke originally planned to wait for the news at the club, but he was particular about his bed and thought that since there was no news, it would be better to come back in the morning.

So, like the others, he went back to his own home.

Once everyone left, Robin Hayes found John and opened another bottle of expensive red wine, cheerfully toasting with him.

Robin Hayes felt that after Barry Wolfe’s death, without anyone to suppress them, the Eighteen Cities of the South would definitely plunge into a struggle for interests again.

The Hayes Family didn’t have much high-end combat power left, and John’s group was his trump card in the battle for interests.

Therefore, he planned to develop a good relationship with John in advance, to facilitate further collaboration in the future.

“Mr. John, we need to cooperate sincerely in the future.” Robin Hayes said with a laugh.

John’s deep blue eyes revealed a shrewd glint as he smiled, “Robin, we’re mercenaries, as long as the money is right, any kind of cooperation is fine.”

“Haha, money is not a problem, now I’m so poor that I only have money left!”

“Then here’s to a pleasant cooperation!”

Having received a satisfactory answer, Robin Hayes laughed happily, raising his glass and gesturing, “Hahaha, to a pleasant cooperation, cheers.”

“Cheers.”

Robin Hayes continued chatting with John for a while, promising many benefits and securing John’s assurance before finally heading back to his room contentedly to sleep.

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He had thought that when he woke up the next day, there would be good news from John’s men. However, the next day came, and there was still no news from the northeast.

Once again, everyone gathered at the clubhouse, and the atmosphere in the room immediately grew tense. Worry was etched on everyone’s faces.

A sense of ominous premonition rose in everyone’s hearts.

Noah Locke couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. John, what exactly is the situation with William?”

“Perhaps they just got too happy after completing the task and drank a couple more glasses in celebration, no need to worry.”

John’s face also looked somewhat grim, but he didn’t think William would fail. He just felt that William and the others must have drunk too much and forgotten to report the outcome of the mission.

Robin Hayes forced a smile and comforted the crowd, “Everyone, rest assured, they even used White Phosphorus Bombs; they surely won’t fail.”

The crowd was silent, their expressions unchanging.

It was at this moment that an abrupt voice suddenly rang out, “What if they did fail?”

Robin Hayes felt his face fall as everyone remained quiet, taking it as a slight against his dignity. When he heard the voice, anger surged within him.

Without thinking, he barked, “If there is a failure, I alone will bear it, I guarantee it won’t implicate….”

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw someone enter through the door.

Once he recognized the face of the newcomer, he was stunned, sitting rigidly, with cold sweat streaming down his cheeks.

Where yesterday his face brimmed with smug satisfaction, now it was as pale as paper, completely drained of color.

His lips, pale and trembling, managed a strained smile and he said, “Barry… Master Barry, what wind has… has brought you here?”

“Barry… Master Barry?”

At that moment, hearing Robin Hayes’s words, everyone else turned their heads and, upon seeing Greg Jensen walk in from the doorway, they all stood up at once.

Whoosh!

Their faces turned pale as if all their strength had been drained from them, legs weak, barely able to stand.

Greg Jensen slowly stopped in his tracks, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the faces of those present, his thin lips pursed lightly like the blade of a sword.

His ageless face betrayed no emotion, joy or anger.

A mountainous aura began to slowly expand from him, pressuring everyone so much they found it hard to breathe.

The room fell into a deadly silence!

Seeing everyone’s nervous appearance, Greg Jensen spoke teasingly, “What is this, have you all gathered here to rebel?”

Noah Locke’s legs went weak, and he nearly knelt on the ground, fortunate to be supported by someone next to him.

The others were also startled, fear evident on their faces.

Robin Hayes’s expression darkened. He knew the day’s events were unlikely to end well. He took a step back quietly and then looked at John, sneering:

“Mr. John, the target is right before you, what are you waiting for?”

John, who had remained seated, also stood up, examined Greg Jensen from head to toe, and then said to Greg Jensen:

“If I’m not mistaken, William and the others have probably gone to meet God, haven’t they?”

Greg Jensen let out a cold laugh, shook his head, and said with mockery, “No, maybe they went to see Satan, after all, you are not exactly saints!”

“Sir, you insult the honor of knights!”

John drew the Thin Sword beside him in a swift motion and said coldly, “I demand a duel with you!”

Before the words were finished, without waiting for Greg Jensen’s response, he crossed the distance of four or five meters and came face to face with Greg Jensen.

Then, with the momentum of his approach, he thrust his sword!